Hi, I’m Vivianne. Tonight I was playing with a little Granini bottle as if it were the comfort no one gives me, and it almost got stuck with the damn cap inside. What a puppet I’ve become. I, who not long ago was “a man,” found myself in the room with my ass open, sweating, my hands smeared with oil, trying to pull a glass container out of my sissy pussy because I got the stupid idea that my ass wants more than can fit in you. And the best part: it wouldn’t come out. The bottle fat at the bottom... (Gay stories.)
The first time your Master talked to you about hormones was on a Sunday afternoon, after an especially rough session with three retired truckers. You were kneeling in his living room, your little dick caged, your panties full of dried cum and your ass open like a mailbox. “Vivianne,” he said to you, sitting in his armchair, his fat cock hanging between his legs. “You’re a good whore, but you’re missing something. Your skin is still a guy’s. Your tits are a guy’s. You smell like a guy.” You start... (Gay stories.)
I'm going to give you what you ask for, Vivianne! A fat Master, the kind who, when he sits on the sofa, his belly hangs between his legs and he breathes deeply every time he bends down. He has a big dog, the harness kind, with heavy balls and that look that doesn’t understand caresses, only smelling an open ass and mounting it. And you. The submissive whore of the house. You get up and the first thing you smell is the dog’s cushion. The Master orders you to get on all fours and rub your face aga... (Gay stories.)
I raised my head and looked at him. For the first time since I had started telling the story, my eyes held something that was neither pain nor submission. They held something like peace. “Don’t be modest, Topsecret, you are all three things,” and I adjusted my crotch because I felt the call of the wild approaching. “You are the next link,” he said. “Tradition says that the sodomized one must continue the chain. And I have sodomized you. I have had you in my bed, on my cock, in my life. You are m... (Gay stories.)
The truth is that I had enjoyed using my two whores a lot and although on the one hand I felt like leaving them exhausted, I was also tired that first day, so I commented on my last desire of the joint session. "Now you're going to clean my cock well with licks until not a drop of my cum is left. Come on, start..." (I said, bringing their heads closer to my genitals) "mmmm very good, my little whores, don't stop... mmmmmm yes..." (I enjoyed it until the many licks gave me an irrepressible urge t... (Gay stories.)
The next morning I woke up in bed next to my partner and Gonzalo's brother, I still had the taste of Gonzalo's cock in my mouth and I loved it. By my side, my ex was still asleep, without making any noise, I got up and went to the dining room wearing only a short pajama and nothing underneath. When I entered the dining room, I found Gonzalo sitting in a single armchair wearing only a short pant, and nothing else. Good morning, love, I said as soon as I entered. Good morning, bitch, we're the onl... (Gay stories.)
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